Everything Is Borrowed
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Jim Yerman
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May we be blessed to comprehend
to one day understand
what was obvious..what was clear
to the first people who walked this land
How when we look at time, the air we breathe,
the rivers, the mountains,
the trees, the animals…the flowers
there is no mine
there is no yours…
there is only ours.
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